|Robin Hood (iamrobinhood) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2010-04-30 14:30:00
|Entry tags:||marian fitzwalter, robin hood|
Who: Rob and Marian
What: Rob's in search of aspirin, and gets some from Marian *ahem*
When: afternoon of the 30th
Where: Marian's office
Rating/Warnings: TBD; probably PG to PG-13 range
Status: Closed, complete
It was probably chemical fumes. That had to be it. There was really no other explanation for Rob having seen what was such a ridiculously traditional stereotype of a ghost: long, white dress; transparent; floating; and walking through the bloody wall. And, from what he'd been hearing, he was not the only one. It was small comfort, since it meant that the whole building was likely being involuntarily drugged, but it was nice to not wonder if he was losing his mind.
An hour later, he was still feeling a bit off, uncomfortable; and he did not like the sensation. In fact, he was starting to get a nasty headache, though whether it was from the odorless fumes which he suspected were behind this, or from replaying the weird vision repeatedly in his mind, it was hard to say. At any rate, he was finding it impossible to concentrate on the paperwork in front of him, and decided to hunt down some aspirin. However, nobody else was around just then, which meant he should probably hit Occupational Health.
He had been trying to avoid Marian ever since their filtered exchange on the company communications board a few days ago; they had gone too far, harmless flirting crossing into something not-quite-so-harmless, and he didn't like that. Okay, so admittedly, part of him liked it very much, since at least he knew now that the attraction wasn't solely on his side. But, she was engaged, and he did not get involved with taken women. He'd been tempted to be out of his office when she dropped off the promised survey form, but made himself face her in the most businesslike manner he could. She seemed to have determined to do the same, and had quickly left. That was the last time he'd seen her, which was really for the best, at least for awhile.
A stabbing pain shot through his temple, and with a wince, he made his way to the bank of elevators. Taken or not, her department would have painkillers, and there was no question but that he needed them. When he got to her office, the door was open. He lifted his hand to knock, but paused when he took in the state of the room. File folders and binders were everywhere, across every available surface-- her desk, the windowsills, the chairs, and spilled over onto the floor. He didn't notice where she was at first, although he heard the rustling of papers, so he took a few steps into the room.